Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

"You have to learn more from your brother, and everything must have a plan."

The young man said impatiently,

"Big brother, big brother, you have to talk about everything, big brother!"

"Yes, yes, the eldest brother is in Xianyang, going deep into the tiger's den, and following the great Confucian. He is brave and resourceful, and everything is good!"

"I'm not good at anything, this is okay!"

Hearing this, the old man could only be silent.

At this time, Xianyang's road out of the city.

A humble and polite young man was on an ox cart with Kong Jia, slowly driving in the direction of Zhao Lang Zhuangzi.

Chapter 20 Wolf ambition, people of my generation

On the ox cart, a respectful young man was talking to Kong Jia,

"Sir, why are you thinking of going to a village to teach this time?"

Kong Jia hesitated, the young man in front of him had a special identity.

The matter between him and Qin Shi Huang was not clear.

So back,

"My Confucianism is to educate the people, whether it is in the city or in Zhuangzi, it is the same."

"It's just that this time, the troubled son has a rest."

The young man's eyes flashed slightly and returned with a smile,

"Mr. called me Zhao Xie, and I just happened to see the suffering of the people."

Kong Jia nodded in appreciation and said,

"It's good if you have this heart, and don't be impatient in everything."

Zhao Xie nodded yes.

The bullock cart went all the way, and in the evening, a Zhuangzi appeared in front of him.

A burst of lively voices came from inside.

No matter where it is, if nearly a hundred teenagers get together, it will be very lively.

Inside the Zhuangzi.

Zhao Lang looked at the lively scene in the yard with a smile on his face.

Wang Cai is dividing porridge at this time.

Zhuangzi had a bowl of porridge for dinner.

Under the supervision of death, everyone lined up in two teams.

"Sir, I'll serve you a bowl of porridge first."

Wang Cai saw that Zhao Lang hurriedly arrived.

Others naturally have no opinion.

Zhao Lang returned with a smile,

"Everything comes on a first-come-first-served basis. You serve everyone porridge first."

Prosperous wealth can only continue to divide the porridge.

Damn on the side heard this, and glanced at Zhao Lang slightly.

There are several servants helping out today. Although there are more people, the speed of dividing the porridge is faster than yesterday.

In a short time, everyone got the porridge, and only Shi and Zhao Lang were left.

Damn, looking at the little porridge left, he swallowed, but said,

"Patriarch, you go first."

Zhao Lang still said with a smile,

"I said, come first, come first."

Damn, this time, I won't refuse, just take a bowl of porridge.

At this point, only some porridge water at the bottom is left.

"Master, I'll cook another bowl for you."

Wang Cai said quickly at this time.

"Isn't there just one bowl here? Just give it to me."

Zhao Lang said the last remaining porridge.

Wang Cai looked embarrassed, he really didn't want his son to eat the rest of the food.

But what happened yesterday also let him know that he couldn't refuse.

So I can only serve porridge for Zhao Lang.

After getting the porridge, Zhao Lang, like everyone else, squatted in the yard with a bowl and started drinking.

The boys and girls in the yard peeked at Zhao Lang from time to time.

When entering Zhuangzi, everyone was shocked by such a big Zhuangzi.

After they entered Zhuangzi, they were told by Heifu and the others that this person who seemed to come out of the painting was the owner of Zhuangzi and their family.

Afterwards, they must obey his commands.

But shouldn't the head of the house be aloof?

Now the owner of the house actually eats the rest of the food they shared at the end, and squatting with them.

And it's not the first time.

Being stared at by dozens and hundreds of eyes, even if Zhao Lang is slow, he can detect it.